so you don't like it that
I'm talking back...
that I get what I paid for
and never back down...
so you don't like that
I'm tall
and intelligent...
(you feel threatened)
and that I love 
everyone...
even those that
cut me off in
a 45 mile an hour zone
with no one behind me 
and proceed to go 25 miles an hour...
(you're possessive of my affections)
and i know that you think
i'm pretty...
and I know that you
think you share more
with me than
any other girl on the planet...
but I still scare you...
and you still won't
admit that
you love me…

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